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Bernard x Human!Reader - Chapter 1 - The Strangest Dream

A/N: Alrighttt I crawled out of my hiatus to write this because I’ve been thinking about this for a year!!! So, this fic was heavily inspired by another Bernard fic writer on Tumblr who wrote reader as Scott’s daughter and wrote it SO WELL might I add!! I can’t find their account now which makes me so so sad but if I do I will edit this to give credit. 🙏 Anyways, I won’t write it exactly like how they wrote it, of course, as I want to give my own spin on the idea.

Christmas Eve was not going as planned. You had come down from your dorm at the nearby community college to visit your dad and younger brother Charlie. You had offered to help prepare Christmas dinner, but your dad insisted that he had everything under control. You loved your dad, but you also know when to ignore his word, so you brought some mashed potatoes and gravy along with some cheesy Pillsbury crescent rolls and mac n cheese that you had made in your dorm kitchens. You entrusted the turkey to your dad... but also secretly brought some chicken tenders and a bottle of Martinelli's apple cider in case plans went south. You would've made your own turkey for Christmas if you could, but you had roommates who also needed the kitchen.

Sure enough, when you arrived, the house was filled with smoke, and your dad was using a fire extinguisher on the very burnt turkey when you walked into the kitchen. You held as much food as you could carry in one trip in your arms. Your eyes traveled around the house, and landed on Charlie's disappointed face as he watched your dad put out the rising flames in the oven. You then looked at all of the burnt food on the table and sighed. Charlie saw you, and all the food in your arms, and his face instantly lit up. Your dad spotted you next, and a look of both guilt and relief washed over him simultaneously. "Look at you, always prepared." He spoke with a smile. "I'm sorry, I really though I had dinner covered. Must be something wrong with the oven.." He said, giving the oven an accusatory glance before walking over to help you set all the food down. You helped clear the table of all the badly burnt food, and then Charlie eagerly ran out to your car to help carry the rest of the food in.

Once all the food you brought was set out on the table, you dished Charlie up first, then your dad, and finally you sat down with your own plate. Charlie was looking much more chipper now, and you knew this was going to be a jolly Christmas. Everyone had enjoyed their food and apple cider, and now you could all get ready for bed with full stomachs.

You watched as your father read Charlie a Christmas bedtime story, and when it looked like he had fallen asleep, you began to sneak out the room. Just as your father was about to leave the room behind you, Charlie's soft voice broke the silence.

"What's that?"

"What's what?" Your dad questioned in return.

"A Rose Suchak ladder?"

You chuckled at this question, and watched as your father tried to explain what 'Arose such a clatter' meant.

Then, Charlie began to ask critical questions about the logistics of Santa Clause and how he gets around. Your dad struggled to come up with answers on the spot, and you found all of Charlie's questions to be adorable, and all of your dad's answers amusing.

Charlie eventually stopped asking his brilliant questions, and decided you and your dad should leave cookies and milk out just in case. You opted to make the cookies to save your dad the trouble of nearly burning down the kitchen a second time in one night.

Before you could even begin making the cookie dough, you heard loud thumping on the roof. You were just as alert as the rest of your family, and soon you all poured out of the house in a panic, one after the other, checking to see what the commotion was. You stared in shock at a man who appeared to be dressed up as Santa Claus on the roof, and then thought for a moment that maybe he was Santa after all, considering the sleigh and reindeer behind him. Charlie ran out last, just in time to see Santa take a tumble into the fluffy pad of snow below. Your dad and Charlie ran up to the man as you stood back in shock. Your dad checked the man for Identification, and all he found was a card that told him to put on the suit. Then the strangest night of your lives ensued.

You weren’t sure how this was physically possible, but you watched as your dad fit down chimney after chimney, lowered down by a floating bag of gifts into each house. Charlie was fascinated, but you were having trouble believing what you were seeing. You watched as your dad magically fit down every chimney and pipe until he had absolutely no gifts left. The next thing you knew, the reindeer were soaring thousands of miles in the air and traveling what seemed to be at the speed of light, and yet the ride was as comfortable as being on an airplane.

The reindeer began lowering the sleigh down onto soft white snow, and you realized suddenly that snow was all you could see for miles. Your dad’s irritation was increasing at the sight of this location, and your face felt like it was going to freeze off. A small child, who seemed to be around Charlie’s age, appeared out of nowhere, and with him, a tall red and white pole. “Look, dad, It’s the North Pole!” Your little brother exclaimed, as excited as ever.

“That’s the North Pole?” Your dad questioned, displeased. You just quietly waited to see what the child was going to do next. He walked to a keypad in the pole, typed out a code, and the sleigh began to lower into the ground. Surrounding you now was a sight you couldn’t believe. You knew right away that this was the North Pole. You stared in awe as your inner child squealed with delight. You and Charlie were swept up in the beauty of the workshop, and you found all the elves to be absolutely adorable.

The second the sleigh landed, your dad was off to find “who’s in charge,” and you and Charlie just walked around in awe. “Charlie, I think you might have to pinch me now, I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or not.” You whisper to your younger brother, and without a second thought, he pinches your arm as hard as he can. “Ow!” You exclaim, not expecting the pinch to be so painful, “...thanks.” You mutter as Charlie walks towards your dad, who seems to be talking to an elf, who is possibly the only one in the workshop who appears to be around your age. At the moment, he was very annoyed with your father being in severe denial of the situation. You were only having slight trouble believing what you were seeing, but Charlie’s sharp pinch helped with that.

You didn’t catch up until after the elf had introduced him, so when your dad forgot his name and he had to repeat it, you were a bit relieved. He introduced himself as Bernard, you couldn’t help but chuckle. It was childish to laugh at, but you couldn’t help it. “That’s the most elvish name I’ve ever heard,” You remarked. Bernard gave you an irritated blank stare, before turning his attention to your brother. You introduced Bernard to Charlie, and he gave him a beautiful snow globe, and when he shook it, you both could see a sleigh fly above the houses inside. It was fascinating, and Charlie made sure to thank him for the gift. After that, Bernard sent him with an elf named Larry to get something to drink, and you followed, wanting to keep track of your brother, and figuring your father could handle himself.

The tour of the workshop was everything you’d dreamed of as a kid, and the experience was something you never thought you’d get to check off your bucket list, yet here you were, struggling to catch up to Charlie as he quickly darted from place to place. You checked out the toys, then the candy room, and finally Larry grabbed Charlie a glass of hot cocoa, and you a nice mug of spiced apple cider. After you finished your drinks, Charlie quickly made his way back to your dad, with you trailing behind him.

It didn’t take long to catch on to the verdict being that your dad was now Santa Claus. It was a strange thing to try and grasp, but Charlie had no questions, only excitement at the idea.

Bernard had finally gotten Charlie and your dad to go to sleep in the room set up for them, and you had your own room as well, but you couldn't sleep. You had been longing for this kind of comfort for a long time. Ever since you moved out, Christmas hadn't felt the same. It was still wonderful, and merry indeed, but it no longer invoked the excitement it used to, the kind you saw in Charlie's eyes. But this... something that had only been cast off as a childhood fantasy in your mind, the fact that it was real, you could feel that child-like wonder bubbling inside you. You had to explore further.

You quietly snuck out of your room, and were relieved to see that no one was awake. You treaded carefully through the halls, your fingertips gently gracing the railing beside you as you gazed around at the dulled impressions of vibrant colors you saw earlier that day. You stared out the front windows of the workshop and considered going out into the snow, but figured you'd likely freeze to death in your flimsy winter attire that may be fine for where you live, but not here.

A few minutes into wandering through the empty shop, you heard quick and purposeful footsteps storming through the halls, shuffling through all of the items in the shop, section by section. Your eyes tracked the source of these sounds back to a shrouded figure in the dark as they began to descend the stairs, near where you stood. As they got closer, you could hear them muttering angrily to themselves as they continued to sort through the Christmas toys. Soon enough, they noticed you.

"What are you doing awake?" The familiar voice hissed. You took a moment to respond, trying to figure out why the voice sounded familiar, and who it belonged to.

"Bernard?" You whispered back finally, once your night vision adjusted to barely make out his features. "What are you doing?"

"I should be asking you that question, you should be asleep." The elf retorted disdainfully.

"I tried to, but I couldn't." You admitted as you silently wondered why it was so bad that you were awake.

"Why's that?" He questioned with growing impatience. Clearly, Bernard preferred everything to be in order, and you being awake messed with that order.

"I guess I just... I wanted to see this place as it slept. It was so magical earlier today, but I really enjoy the peace and quiet as my inner child settles with the idea that a concept I deemed mythical for so long is actually.. real.. I mean, my dad is Santa, and the workshop is real, you, and the other elves, you're all very real. It's something I dreamt about happening as a kid, but I eventually gave up thinking would ever come true." You explain, and as you do, you watch the majority of frustration dissipate from Bernard's expression. He hadn't expected such a thorough response.

"That... makes sense." He responded, his tone softening. "Sorry for being short tempered with you, it's not even you I'm actually upset with, I just- Your father- Santa's denial of the fact that he is Santa, it worries me. The entire North Pole is at stake if he decides not to take the job-"

"He'll take the job, don't worry. My dad's always been like this, with everything. He takes longer than most to accept changes in his reality. He'll eventually get it, and then face it. You'll have your Santa, so let that be one less thing to worry about." You assure the anxious elf, and he calms even more after that.

He takes a deep breath, "Thank you for that." He whispers appreciatively. Then there's a moment where silence settles comfortably in the air, the moment of tension has passed. The cold wind from outside is beating gently against the windows, and then he speaks up again. "You said you wanted to explore while it was quiet... well what if I give you a tour of the North Pole tonight? I can give you winter gear that's guaranteed to keep you warm outside." He offers kindly, and you smile.

"I would love that." You agree, and soon he brings you a warm jacket, scarf, gloves, snow pants, and snow boots. You're fully equipped and ready to go, and he just remains in his regular wear. The blistering cold doesn't seem to affect him as much, which you suppose makes sense, because he is an elf from the North Pole after all.

He shows you all the back ways to the shop, all the areas you hadn't seen yet. Then, you got to see the town where all the elves live, and all of them lived in small quarters, amongst the snowy hills of the North Pole. It was the best town you'd ever visited, even if it was late at night and no lights were on. Bernard invited you to see his own cottage, and while it was slightly bigger than the others, it was still small. It was a cozy festive cottage. He had a fire going, and it smelled like cookies and peppermint inside. He made you both some hot cocoa, his own impression of Judy's recipe.

As the fire crackled, the snow flakes melted against the window, and the cocoa warmed your belly, you began to finally feel tired, and Bernard very thoughtfully wrapped a blanket around you.

The next thing you knew, you woke up in your own bed, dazed and confused. You very slowly rose in your bed, rubbing your eyes and trying to get a grip, and soon Charlie came rushing into your rooming yelling, "Merry Christmas Y/n!"

You looked at him, half asleep, and quietly muttered, "I just had the strangest dream."

#x reader #fem reader #y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #bernard the elf #the santa clause 2 #bernard x reader #bernard the elf x reader #the santa clause

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milkyst4rs · 11 months

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Hi hi! Can i request diluc childe and thoma (seperate) with reader thats gentle and dosent get mad easily but whenver theyre alone they curse like a sailor over anything that made reader pissed off. Reader dosent like showing theyre anger so they release theyre anger alone and got caught by them one day (maybe even caught violently stabbing raw chicken and vegetables while making dinner hahshs)

(Sorry this was long)

You good?

diluc, childe, thoma x gn reader. crackfic

thanku for ur request! Hope u like it🫶🏽 Thomas one is so fluffy☠️ can yall tell i love him

Diluc

Flowery, angelic, soft. Those were the 3 descriptors diluc would often tell people when they would enquire about you, his s/o. You were like a saint, always understanding, talking to the children of the town, picking flowers for him everyday.

So why were you angrily cursing at a pile of burnt cookies in the kitchen?

Diluc had just gotten home from his nightly batman duties and was concerned when you didn't reply to his usual, "I'm home, dear."

He heard a commotion in the kitchen.

"I swear on the 7 fucking archons, if this next batch of cookies doesn't turn out perfect I will actually kill someone."

Diluc's eyes widened. What was going on in there? He had to see if everything was alright. He slid the door to the kitchen open.

"Dear? Is everything oka-"

"holy shit- oh hey honey! Welcome home! How was your day, love?"

Momentarily ignoring your change in vocabulary, he took a scan throughout the kitchen. A burnt mountain of chocolate chip cookies stood there on the counter.

"I, uh. I see that you're baking cookies..."

"Mhm! I got a little bored, all the ingredients I needed were all here so I thought of making something sweet for you!"

"I see, thank you darling. It seems like you're having...some trouble? I've never heard you so frustrated dear, though I must say it is quite amusing."

He said chuckling, he walked over to the burnt cookies and took out a...cheese grater? He walked back to you and pushed the cookies and grater toward you, was he expecting you to do something with this orrrr?

"Adelinde taught me this trick, if you have burnt your cookies, just grate the charred sides and it will look and taste perfect."

"Shit, really? Thanks love!"

He has no clue how your choice of words can go from vulgar to sweet and loving, but he finds it kinda hot.

Childe

You and childe were polar opposites. He was a bloodthirsty son of a bitch and you were caring and nurturing, against violence and hate.

The people of Snezhnaya have no clue how the two of you got together but hey, it seems like it's working out well.

Whenever you and your boyfriend would go out for dates, people would hesitantly greet the two of you so they don't get put on the Fatui's hit list. You noticed this, however, and decided to tell people that you aren't going to hurt or put in a bad word about them. After awhile, everyone was happy to see you waltz into their shop, taking a look around and initiating small talk.

Today, you had asked childe to help you with physical combat, he gladly accepted of course.

He brought you to his usual practice area so he could teach you tricks on a dummy. Practice went well, you managed to build up stamina and strength in your arms.

"Phew! You learn quick babe! Let's take a break, wait here I'll go get us some drinks."

He pressed a kiss on your forehead and walked out of the practice grounds. You decided to practice a little more while waiting for him.

You were fired up. Landing hits and punches on the dummy like it was your worst enemy.

"Fuckin' bitch."

A kick to the head.

"Argh! Yeah that's right, cry little fucker!"

A punch to the jaw.

This was fun! It's a great stress reliever too.

While you were cursing at the poor dummy, unbeknownst to you, your lovely boyfriend was standing behind a wall giggling at your vulgar choice of words.

He had come back 3 minutes ago, no harm in watching his precious s/o completely obliterate his training dummy right?

"I didn't know you were such a fighter [name]! You can land hits physically and mentally, very impressive sweets."

You flushed the moment you saw childe walk to you.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this. I was in the zone."

Childe chuckled and passed you your drink,

"Ok ok! You're really cute when you get all fired up ya' know?"

Thoma

Ah my sweet sweet boy. He thought he knew everything about you, that you two were made for eachother. Imagine his shock when he sees you repeatedly stabbing a boiled chicken while cursing at it.

Where did the soft and loving [name] go? Is the chicken okay? (Obviously not since it's boiled but thoma is too concerned to think logically.) He remembered you saying that you'd be the one making dinner today, he's never seen this kind of cooking method before. Ah! Maybe you're using a technique from...what's his name? Gordon Rambly? Corden Ramsly?

He jumped out his thoughts and rushed to your side, worried that you might stab your hand accidentally.

"[name]! What's going on?? Are you alright?"

"Oh! Thoma! Thank the archons, please help me. This dumb crusty ass of a chicken won't cook properly! I've been trying to make it nice and tender but IT KEEPS. GETTING. STIFF."

Thoma's eyes went wide as frisbees.

"Ah! [name], mind your language! People can hear you! And, the water has got to boil on medium heat, you set it way to high!"

"I DID SET IT ON THE STUPID MEDIUM HEAT THINGY. IT'S THE FUCKING CHICKENS FAULT!"

"Shh! Okok, come here. Calm down.."

He pulled you in for a warm hug, immediately your mind went blank at your anger dissipated. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and you blushed.

"Sorry, I've just been a little irritated today.."

He laughed and held you closer.

"It's ok love. Come on, let's make dinner together!"

"But I wanted to make this awesome meal for you so you could relax...now you have to do all this. Sorry.."

He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, his gaze soft and loving.

"I am always at peace when I'm with you, love. No matter how mad you get."

He mumbled the last part but you heard it and giggled, leaving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

#genshin fluff #thoma x reader #thoma fluff #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #genshin x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #childe fluff #thoma x gender neutral reader #diluc x gender neutral reader #childe x gender neutral reader #THOMA <3

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writters-clock · 6 months

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(The anon that req for Burnt Cheese here)

That's ok!! If it's alright, can I ask for some snakefruit x reader who's surprisingly kind despite being a servant for one of the dragons? (Can be any one of them..!!)

Take your time and have a good day/night!!!

Snakefruit cookie x Reader headcanons!

Warnings : none!

Request : "can I ask for some snakefruit x reader who's surprisingly kind despite being a servant for one of the dragons? (Can be any one of them..!!)"

Notes : I wanna fling snakefruit at a wall affectionately. Also this takes place BEFORE the whole "mmmm ascension." thing happens, have fun! (Also also also this was gonna be a oneshot but my brain was STRUGGLING so my apologies! Also i re-read your ask like 10 times bc i kept getting confused lol ^^)

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✰> You work for your... Boss? Dragon? Whatever you decide to call them, for a while, turns out they all like to talk mad shit about eachother.

✰> All the assistants/servants of the Dragons have a meeting once at the start and end of each month. Then relay the messages back to the dragon's afterwards

✰> The first few times you got to meet Snake Fruit, they were odd for sure. Didnt seem to like you very much neither

✰> your kindness to them was a welcome suprise to them nonetheless!

✰> after a while (and a few more meetings later) they did start to warm up to your kind company!

✰> they still were a little distrusting, even through everything.

✰> because surely... No cookie would be zo kind to them withoht wanting something in return... Right?

✰> However if you ever wanna hold Snakefruit or touch them, they will accept, little hand holds or hugs usually

✰> if you are able to pick them up, they probably wont be too happy about it unless asked beforehand.

✰> Snakefruit's favorite way to be held? Cup their cheeks and kiss their forehead, they will be estatic!

✰> They are 100% a gift giver, giving you little gifts now and again as a sign of appreciation

✰> whether it be golden jewelry or small snake-themed charms, they will do their best to make any wish of yours come true.

✰> However if YOU give them a gift? Of they will be absolutely smitten!

✰> They love gifts, usually taking them as offerings or whatever.

✰> wanna give them jewelry or something of the sort? It will be likely that they wear it, even if it can't be seen.

✰> However they will still absolutely talk shit to you about your boss,

✰> Yet one time you manage to catch them speaking about wanting to be a dragon, when asked all they say is "Jusst a wisssh of mine..." With their sly little fanged smile.

✰> going on dates with them? Usually planned a week or so in advance! Or even a month. Or more. As Snakefruit said themself, long-term plans are their specialty.

✰> going on dates though may be simple, walking around and talking, reading or watching stars.

✰> Whenever you both are free from your duties, time is almost always spent around the other.

✰> to Snakefruit it's the little things the count, even the small moments between you both are nice and cherished.

✰> If you ever got in some sort of trouble with someone or one of the dragons? They'd be willing to lie their way to settling the issue.

✰> Whenever their wish becomes true, and all others they hope you will stay by their side.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #x reader #crob #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #asks #requests #cookie run kingdom #crk #snake fruit cookie #snakefruit cookie #snake fruit cookie x reader #anonymous #anon #writers-clock #headcanons #cookie run headcanons

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brittle-doughie · 7 months

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I have failed as a Pure vanilla simp 😔

Burnt Cheese kinda 🤭

Burnt cheese cookie with a MC! inspired by the Egyptian goddess Bastet (also inspired by Ankha from animal crossing but shhhh-)

MC is basically the sign of Protection, pleasure and good health inside of Golden cheese's kingdom. (Had to research that.)

What's different of MC? They're snooty asf, often judging people often.-🎀

“You seem not in the best spirits, Y/N (or Domiati) Cookie”

HAH! He was only now noticing that?! It’s those outlanders he has let into your goddess’s city! Smoked Cheese has a point, maybe these outsiders have a link to the increase in monster attacks! You will not allow them to bring harm to the Golden Cheese Kingdom and its citizens!

“They’ve past the Three Trials, but were not given the right to enter the kingdom.”

Then what were you both waiting for!? You snapped your fingers and a number of Marzipan Cookies arrived.

“What would you like for us to do, Domiati Cookie?”

Keep an eye on those outlanders, nothing good comes from cookies on the outside making a mess of things in your city and Golden Cheese especially wasn’t tolerant of any chaos happening in her kingdom-GAH!

You jolted when you felt someone scratch your ears from behind, causing your tail to stand up at attention as you turned around and took a step back, seeing that it was Burnt Cheese Cookie.

What was he doing?!

“Getting all worked up will not do any good to your dough”

Normally, you’d have the cookie that touched you quickly detained and sent away, but..this was Burnt Cheese doing the touching this time, so all you could do is growl loudly in irritation and face forwards again, a blush spreading across your face.

Burnt Cheese was lucky he was the gatekeeper…a cute one at that…

It was barely noticeable, but Burnt Cheese smiled at your flustered state.

The Marzipan Cookies, while blank-faced as ever, had also garnered blushes as they watched their Domiati Cookie get all red in the face, something you picked up right away.

WHAT?! You weren’t blushing! Not at all! That darn Burnt Cheese Cookie…

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #cookie run kingdom #burnt cheese cookie

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mubabee · 2 months

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-if you request, I will add it here to confirm it will be done. For ones I won’t do, you can try and request again. I usually accept most requests I receive.

Also, this is not to discourage people from requesting. Some take a few days while some take a few weeks.(months even)

Some Yanqing requests I won’t specifically do because i have so many requests for him that it will basically be the same.

CURRENT REQUESTS(this is not in order)

—Platonic Yanqing x Motherly!reader

—MK x Muscular!reader

—Yanqing x reader young love(with jing)

—Yanqing carrying tired reader

—MK x reader angst

—Panty x reader with rivalry

—Genderbent Latte cookie

—Yanqing x yokai!reader with nine tails

—Yanqing x introverted!reader

—Gepard with teasing!playful!reader

—Danganronpa 2 characters x reader

—Alastor with reader who’s like Macaque

—Wanderer(scaramouche right?)and Xiao x reader

—Shenhe x male!reader

—reader pinning LMK boys down during play fighting

—Genderbent!Black swan

—Jealous!Welt x Wife!reader

—Sonic getting jealous of Knuckles

—Genderbent!Eula

—Hazbin Hotel with child!reader p.2

—KNY x Reader p.2

—Yandere!Yuji Itadori

—Nezha x reader

—My OCs being protective and giving princess treatment

—Valentines special with OCs

—Yandere!Dan Heng with puppy-like reader

—Genderbent!Nezuko

—Yandere! Alastor x sinner

—Yandere Yuta Okkutsu

—Yandere Itadori with kidnapped reader

—burnt cheese cookie x reader

—Yanqing crushing on trailblazer!reader

—Class 1a x reader who got a haircut

—Kagaya Ubuyashiki x reader

—Yandere Sunday and Kafka x Layla!reader

—Vanilla cookie x reader in wizard AU

—Lucifer and Angel Dust(slight nsfw maybe)

—Dottore x reader

—Jing Yuan x reader

—Welt x Reader(flustered challenge)

—2012 TMNT x Miko!reader

—reader cosplaying as Ben Drowned with Nagito, Kokichi, and Junko

—human!Vox x reader x human!Alastor

—Genderbent!Vaggie x reader x genderbent!charlie

—Yandere!genderbent!Jingliu x reader

—Johann and Chisei Gen x reader

—yandere!platonic!atsv

—Genderbent Chrysalis x reader

—Hazbin Hotel x big sister reader

—Genderbent!Acheron x reader

—Genderbent!Shalom

—Aventurine x reader who’s Ratio’s sister

—Yanqing x reader playing house

Any request that is not listed, I will not do.(Could be because I don’t know the character or concept enough or the request isn’t specific enough.)

That last part sounds blatant but drawing be tedious sometimes 😭

#x reader #x y/n #y/n #y/n x character #requests #request #art

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judgementdaysunshine · 4 months

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Overcooked

Pairing: Bayley x Fem reader

Description: You and Bayley spend the evening playing Overcooked 2

"Cut the damn tomato Bay!" yells, laughs, and frantic yelling could be heard throughout your shared home as you and your girlfriend Bayley sit in the living room playing Overcooked 2 on your Xbox. The two of you had a day off and were going to go on vacation in two days and decided to take a break from a small amount of early packing to watch tv leading to talks of cooking while watching random cooking channels once the true crime got too much and the comedy movies became too cheesy raising a brow when she said that she cooked much more than you did despite nearly burning microwavable Mac n cheese when she was half asleep and burnt pancakes while trying to surprise you when you came home from a long few weeks away leading to her frantically putting the small flames out and instead ordering takeout for the evening, you decided to prove your point not by actual but video game cooking leading to now as the two of you were playing against two random people constantly being bumped into by them as you try to do tasks and earn points which was going well up until this point "Get out of the way! It's gonna burn!" You quickly grab and turn in a meal and get a ticket as bayley gets bumped and knocked off the stage by the other person. The two of you are soon yelling and frantically cooking and turning meals in as the other two people kept standing still or throwing things at you or bayley groaning when the game ended showing that you and bayley had one despite the chaos and mess of everything enjoying the rest of the night with episodes of Friends and That 70's show before ordering pizza and and teaching her to bake homemade cookies which turned out pretty good for her first time baking.

#bayley x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #bayley

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mars-f4ndom-sp4c3 · 16 days

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Can I get some Burnt Cheese hcs on how he'd comfort you after you faint/become sick? I'm a sucker for hurt comfort >~<

A/N: Brought to you by my Math(tm) test! I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't think I ever will!

Burnt Cheese Cookie X Reader

Oh Witches, oh frick. Of all the things that AREN'T supposed to happen in the perfect kingdom you'd think it'd be paSSING OuT.

He's silently panicking as he tries to figure out what to do. So he just scoops you up and takes you somewhere safe and out of the public eye.

Once he's certain that you're not dead or something, he calls the attention of a Marzipan cookie and gets one of them to get Mozzarella. She'll know better what to do than he would.

He'll sit with you and pet your hair as he waits patiently, and the jackals will also be offering their presence as emotional support.

He frets like a mother hen while Mozzarella comes and does her thing, and sits right at the foot of whatever couch or bed you ended up laying on.

The moment you stir again, he perks up and makes sure you're actually okay.

He tells you to warn him next time if you felt like you were about to pass out, so he could be a little better prepared mentally.

Food and drink were immediately offered, brought from the nearest restaurant by a Marzipan Cookie. Burnt Cheese has refused to leave your side the entire time, making sure you were okay.

Eventually, he takes you home and spends the rest of the day cuddling with you and the jackals, making you take it easy regardless of if it was necessary or not.

#crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk headcanons #burnt cheese cookie #burnt cheese crk #burnt cheese cookie x reader #I'm forgetting my usual tags uhhh #based on my personal passing out experiences #I suppose

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heya! may i request a burnt cheese cookie x goofy s/o, where the reader or s/o is just plain goofy, always giving one of the most silliest, biggest stares and steals stuff for fun and honestly gets away with it? thank you! you don't have to do this btw but it will be appreciated!

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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I saw that you wanted haikyuu requests, so I am here!! also I read the rules and there wasn’t mention about “cheating” so hopefully it’s fine. Anyway angst to fluff for OSAMU!! Reader isn’t a very good cook, so she decides to go to cooking classes in secret to surprise Osamu, but since she’s been avoiding him and acting like she’s hiding something he suspects that she’s cheating. It all breaks down when he see’s reader and atsumu together, he just goes off on reader and says like ��get out” or “I trusted you” Finally Atsumu says it’s just a misunderstanding and he’s taste testing the practice food, so Osamu goes to apologize and fluffy ending where reader and him cook together! Hopefully that wasn’t too long and too many details😅💛

“i was just trying to get better”

paring: osamu miya x female reader

cw: fluff, angst, language

word count: 2700+

a/n: hey sorry if this took long to come out and it wasnt long at all, the more the merrier i say with detail, thanks love

summary: in which being a terrible cook and dating a man with exceptional talent, you decide to go and get some cooking lessons, the hidden secrets and a misunderstanding leads to a lot more than you had ever expected

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The smell of Osamu’s cooking filled the air, you loved the way the air always had a sense of his love alongside the food. You admired his cooking, the way he ran a business, the whole lot. His world may have revolved around cooking but in the middle would always be you. You had emailed about attending a cooking class every Wednesday night and knew the first class was starting in a couple days.

He happily hummed along to the music that played on the radio. He turned to face you, your eyes staring and admiring the boy. He smiled as he continued to make dinner, he always loved how even without the two of you communicating together you could both just stay in the same room. Watching the other with whatever they were doing, he brought a spoon into the pan, before moving to you, “open wide.”

Your mouth moved open as he put the spoon into your mouth, your mind went wild with the taste. Every flavour being perfect, you couldn't wait to finally learn yourself, properly and surprise him with it all. “It’s amazing ‘Samu,” he smiled back kissing your forehead before plating up the food.

Having already told the boy of your plans on Wednesday night, he was glad you had something to do when he came home late. He offered to pick you up, but your straight rejection left him to not think anymore of the issue. Well that’s what he thought, when Wednesday night had finally occurred a couple days later, he had ended up coming home earlier than usual.

“Hey Atsumu, you outside?” The first thing he heard when he walked inside, he was confused on why Atsumu was hanging out with you. Even if the two of you were friends, it had been odd of you not to tell him that your friend was Atsumu. “Oh, hey, you’re early.” You looked hesitant.

Osamu saw your normal clothes, as he smiled at you, “you hanging out with Atsumu?”

“No.” You knew he heard you, thinking of a lie with ease, “he offered to drop me off at my friend's place.”

“Oh, do you want me to come with you?” Osamu spoke softly, you smiled at the boy knowing you’d have to reject him.

Shaking your head, “it’s fine, ‘Tsumu’s already here?”

“Okay, have fun then.” Osamu muttered watching how you left him with a kiss on the cheek. Meeting his twin and stepping inside the car, he had been left alone without any word on who your friend even was and what time you’d be back. He trusted you, of course he did but not letting him at least send you off safely worried him.

He knew Atsumu, knew how once Atsumu saw something he liked he’d go for it, without even a care for anybody's feelings. He trusted you though and that’s what kept him going for the rest of the night.

“When do you plan on telling ‘Samu then?” Atsumu spoke taking the spare parking spot, after overhearing about your plans he had had to come and help you. He wanted the best for his brother and helping you in these classes was the least he could do for making his brother happier.

“I don’t know, I've got 4 lessons and then hopefully I can prepare dinner.” You weren't a terrible cook, but you were nowhere near Osamu’s standards. He just always seemed to have this magical touch that you never had when you cooked.

Atsumu opened the door for you as you stepped out, feeling the wind hit your body, “you better hope you learn quick then.”

You took a sharp breath smiling at the boy before you both walked inside the building. The sight of others already being inside was surprising not having expected that many. But here you were, apron on both you and Atsumu as you began the lessons. There was nothing really bad about it, both you and Atsumu would joke for an hour, learn the recipes and try to cook it.

In the end, you both were able to cook basic foods and learn new techniques on how to cook. You had to admit it, but the classes were fun, and you thought it’d be fun to join one of those couple cooking classes with Osamu. Giving your dish to Atsumu, he smiled knowing he was getting extra food before dropping you back to your apartment.

“Hey baby.” You spoke walking inside, sweat had formed from being in a humid kitchen and the smell of oil lingered on your clothes but you didn't care only wanting to see your boyfriend.

Osamu laid on the couch switching between channels, his head popped out as he saw you walk towards him. “Hey baby, how was your night?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, head on his shoulders as you kissed his neck. “Tiring, we tried to make cookies.” It wasn't a lie, but it definitely wasn't true at all, Osamu smiled turning to meet your gaze. He gave a long look into your eyes before bringing his lips to peck your own, he could taste other foods, nothing being the taste of anything savoury. But maybe it was just his paranoia, he ignored it continuing to kiss you softly, he let you come and cuddle beside him. Your head on his chest as you both dozed off in front of the television.

Your Wednesday nights continued like this, Atsumu picking you up and Osamu not questioning it or working late. That was until your 4th and final lesson had occurred, Osamu had been turning the corner to the apartment parking when he saw you get into Atsumu’s car. He could notice that car from a mile away, always knowing it to be his twins, he just couldn’t understand what was going on between the two of you to hang out this much.

Going against his better judgement he texted Atsumu, ‘You got plans tonight?’, it was blunt but how most siblings talked when in a hurry or in general.

Osamu received a message quickly; he had seen the car drive away with you and whatever the answer was going to be. He wasn't going to be happy about it, ‘yeah, hanging out with Hinata and Bokuto’, a rage filled through Osamu, the blatant lie of it. He couldn't follow the car, he just couldn’t but if Atsumu was going to lie about it then Osamu needed proof.

Texting Bokuto and Hinata he asked to meet them, he knew you had been distant, tetchy even. You’d hide your phone in fear of something, it had been weird to see, normally being able to go on your phone just to google something. But you got protective, protective where you carried your phone everywhere with you.

Osamu left the car park going to where he asked to meet the two boys. Just as his own meeting was occurring a relief had washed over you. “I’m so happy this is nearly over; I just want to make dinner tonight.”

The last session was more to just make some desserts, you planned to make it and save it for later on tonight. And with the help of Atsumu’s eyes go to your apartment and make dinner for both you and Osamu. You had worked hard these weeks, practicing and texting other members of the session for advice on how to perfect the dish. Always being helpful in praising your new found skill and helping you along the way. It was sweet and you’d miss seeing these people.

With ease the hour passed by, Atsumu had made a terrible dessert. Having burnt it which made the whole group shake their head in acknowledgement that Atsumu could make some good food, but desserts would never be his forte. He watched you bring the cake out with a happy smile, “say cheese.” He would send the picture to Osamu once the confession was out, you looked so joyful, flour on your face but you showed the cake proudly to the camera.

“He’s going to love it Y/n, stop worrying.” Atsumu spoke after the farewells occurred between the group, all being in a group chat wishing to hear how the night will go with your boyfriend.

“Me? Worry? Never.” You were nervous, you were scared your food was never going to compare to Osamu’s. His was always just amazing and yours just seemed below par, Atsumu tried to comfort you with a reassuring hug but your nerves were still going haywire.

You just wanted to get home and quickly start cooking the meal, you knew Osamu was working late. Having taken a glimpse of the schedule so you knew you had time, but it all felt daunting that everything you had worked for had come down to this.

Osamu never got pissed about you, you were his love, his future but after being with both Bokuto and Hinata who spoke about Atsumu always leaving in a rush on Wednesdays. How could he not get pissed, the fact that you’d go behind his back and lie about being with friends to sleep with his twin infuriated him. He hated how you chose Atsumu, how you went this far to hide a relationship with Atsumu from him. If you truly cared about him then you wouldn’t have let him find out from Atsumu’s friends.

He didn't ever want to see your face again, the vulgar thoughts he had to you and actions he had towards his brother seared through him as he walked towards the door of the apartment.

That’s when he heard it through the door, the giggling, your laugh. The laugh he had loved so much but, in this moment, he hated it. He stepped quietly inside, listening to the conversation.

“We should do it again sometime?” Atsumu spoke leaning against the counter, watching you stir the food.

You gave a murmur back, “what? Spend even more Wednesdays wiping crap off of our faces.” Maybe your phrasing had been misinterpreted but Osamu was pissed at how you had brought his own twin back to his home.

“Yeah, even ask ‘Samu to join.” A horrific face stayed on Osamu’s face at his brother's comment. How Atsumu could easily speak of something as disgusting as that.

You chuckled with a smile, “yeah, we can make him do everything and just sit back and enjoy the show.”

He hated your words, how you and Atsumu were laughing at him, was this how you truly felt about Osamu? The next words seemed to flip something in him, “give it a taste.”

“Mm, Y/n.” The sound of Atsumu almost moaning in love at your food had been taken wrongly with Osamu storming inside the kitchen. “‘Samu, fuck how long have you been here?” Atsumu spoke with a spoon still in mouth, your nerves had gotten the better of you. You stood in front of the pan, the heat off as you looked down at your fingers.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my apartment?” Osamu shouted at the two of you.

“Ugh, Y/n…” Atsumu was interrupted by the sound of Osamu’s hand hitting the marble top of the counter.

“I wasn’t talking to you Atsumu, so what, you bring your little fuck home, make fun of me, fuck Y/n, I thought we had a future together. But no you’ve been sucking Atsumu’s dick for the past month.”

Realising it had been a whole misunderstanding you were about to speak, “i was just trying to get better.” It was the only thing you could babble out through your erupting tears.

Osamu disregarded your words, interrupting you, “I fucking trusted you Y/n, I can’t even look at you, get the fuck out of my face.”

Tears had welled up in your eyes, Atsumu tried to comfort you but knew it’d make the situation worse. You ran past Osamu, trying to not cry as much but found yourself going into your shared bedroom. Sobbing into the sheets, you should’ve realised how it looked, sneaking off with Atsumu to cooking classes, hiding your phone and now those prior words, how could you have bene so stupid.

“‘Samu.” Atsumu muttered to his brother.

Osamu was ready to punch his brother but Atsumu stayed firm, “you really can’t let me have anything can…”

Atsumu interrupted his brother in seconds, “Y/n and I haven't been sleeping together. We were taking cooking classes.”

“You must really think I’m stupid for believing that.” Osamu laughed sadistically.

“You want proof, Y/n was cooking this.” Atsumu was being careful with his words, he needed you two to remain together. He knew just how much both of you were just perfect together and refused to let that die away from a false accusation.

Osamu walked towards the pan, Atsumu’s spoon being on the side, he recognised the truth but even then, how could he believe this. Atsumu sensing this brought out his phone, “look at this, dumbass.”

The photo of you and a cake, flour on your face and hair. He recognised the cake to be the one that was on the side and the timestamp being from an hour ago. He felt relieved that you haven't been sleeping with Atsumu, but it had dawned on him his previous words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Atsumu shook his head, putting a pat on his brother's shoulder, “talk to her, she’ll understand.” Atsumu watched his twin walk away, deciding to plate up the food for a candle light dinner for the two of you. Already knowing that everything would work out for the two of you.

A knock on your bedroom door came and the sound of shuffling, “Y/n.” Osamu’s voice came through, “baby.”

He saw how you were curled up on the bed, messy hair and tears streaming down your face. Bringing his back against your own, he wrapped an arm around your waist feeling how tense you were. “I’m so sorry Y/n, ‘Tsumu, explained it all and I don’t know how to start earning your forgiveness baby, I regret what I said, I should've asked first, before shouting, Y/n, I just can’t lose you, you’re my world and future and I’m just so sorry and I understand if you want nothing to do with me, I’ll let you have the apartment and I’ll move…”

You turned to meet the boy, his words getting to you. He was apologising and it was an understandable assumption for him to make, but nevertheless you accepted it, “it’s okay, and I'm sorry for benign weird this past month.”

He saw how your arms wrapped his own waist, your chest to his chest and his arms holding you secure. You both stayed like this for a couple minutes, before you looked up to his lips, giving him a soft kiss. He wiped the tears away before kissing back, a warm sensation filled him filled with comfort and his future. He peppered soft kisses across your jaw before getting up, taking your hand in his own.

Once you both were back in the kitchen, you saw how two plates had been set out, a wine bottle bought two glasses and a single long candle in the middle. Knowing it was Atsumu you both were thankful for the boy. Osamu brought your chair out, letting you sit down, his arms stayed on your shoulders. As his lips moved to your giving you a soft kiss, “I can’t wait to try it”

“Be warned it might be shit.” You spoke, watching him begin to dish out the two portions. You refused to even try it before he had, watching him eat a mouthful, a loud moan coming from his lips.

“Fuck baby, should I be worried I have competition now?” You chuckled at his remark waiting for more, “it’s amazing baby, better than my own.”

“Really?” You gleamed out ready to take a biteful.

“It tastes amazing, baby.” He repeats eating more to indicate just how much he loved the food.

You smiled back at the boy; he truly loved your food. You were so thankful and even with the earlier occurrence you wouldn't have changed anything. Glad you had gone to learn how to cook and the face on Osamu’s face truly brought you everything you loved. Your future happily eating something you made, with all your heart and warmth, and enjoying it just as you enjoyed his.

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sortagaysortahigh · 3 years

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The Holidate Prologue | T.H.

Authors note: Hi besties, here’s the prologue to my new tom series, it’s written in third person so I hope yall don’t mind but yeah! Also y/n does have two physical features/ characteristics being black wavy thick hair and she’s like 5′5 (which is for future part purposes) but other than that she and her family members have no defining genetic characteristics to be as inclusive as possible!

Warnings: cussing, spelling and grammar errors, mentions of sex, mentions of murder (jokingly), cornball shit, drinking, mentions of drug use (marijuana). mentions of physical violence (fighting), i think that covers it

Word count: 5k

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Fem!Reader x Pro Golfer!Tom Holland, Based on the netflix original: The Holidate

Standing outside of her childhood home on christmas was a bittersweet feeling, it was nice to reminisce on the happy moments and ever so distant memories, but the sound of her nieces and nephew’s boisterous laughter knocked her out of her daze-then she noticed the way the joint in her hand had been burning for who knows how long-the heat slightly burning her fingertips.

Before she found herself zoning out again she ashed out the joint against the old wooden porch railing, swatting away the ashes then brushing her hands against her legging clad thighs while letting out a long sigh. Then she made her way to the front door, knocking a few times, swaying back and forth from the balls of her feet to her heels.

“This is what you showed up in? Really? Do you own a single dress? Did I raise you to walk around looking homeless?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes while her mother practically yanked her off of her feet and into the home. Granted she was thankful to be enveloped in the heat and the smell of gingerbread cookies-the one thing that her mother never burned. Was she the best cook on the planet? That’s something that y/n would state as debatable-but she’d never criticize her mother’s cooking-not on a holiday at least.

“Mother, it’s Christmas dinner-and this is athleisure-thank you.” her mother scoffed, shaking her head as her eyes raked against her daughter's figure. The girl wore a pair of black leggings with an apparent white check on them alongside a fitted black long sleeve with her favorite cheetah print faux fur coat overtop-hell she was even wearing men’s ugg shoes. Then as she watched her daughter take off the black beanie she groaned, seeing the two messy braids on her head.

“I raised you better than this-and you’re alone? Again?” Y/n scoffed at her mother, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she walked further into her childhood home, doing her best not to trail any snow onto the mahogany toned floorboards. “Mama, I’m telling you right now, I’m fine-I look fine and I don’t need a partner to be happy-I’m perfectly happy alone!”

The scoff that was heard to the right of her only further irritated the girl. Her older sister met her stare, raising her brows while she eyed the girl. “You’re not happy-it’s been six months and you’re still single, you reek like pot and based on your hair it’s obvious that you’re not out on the market” Y/n’s mouth dropped at that, she was quick to roll her eyes and walk away from the two of them, making her way into the kitchen that smelled of both burnt ham and mac and cheese. It was a familiar scent and for that she was thankful, but she was still irritated by her family members.

Sure she was still single, and it’d been six months since her break up-but that didn’t mean that they had the right to prod at her like a seventh grade lab dissection. It was something she’d been used to-at least from her Mother-always asking when she’d be in a relationship, when she’d bring someone home, and when she’d ‘get her life together’.

“Hey, hey, hey, baby you know we’re just concerned about you!” she scoffed at her mother, shaking her head while grabbing one of the gingerbread cookies off of the kitchen island, biting it while holding in any sarcastic comments she wanted to make. Then a swarm of kids ran around the room-and while she knew her sister would complain-she easily handed all four of them a cookie each then shot them all a wink. After all she was the fun aunt.

“So you haven’t quit smoking I see?” She stepped away from her mother-who was currently prodding at the girls hair. “I quit smoking-I just happened to take a smokey uber is all mother” she scoffed, shaking her head at her daughter. “People don’t want a girl who doesn’t take care of herself, who smokes, and who lies about smoking” with that her mother walked away.

“Y’know it’s not so bad-” she rolled her eyes, staring at her older sister Sierra “what’s not that bad? Everyone throwing it in my face that I’m single? Mom always having shit to say to me? Or the fact that none of you can accept me being okay with being alone?” before her sister could respond, their brother came running into the kitchen, easily grabbing Y/n and pulling her into a side hug before harshly running his hand along the top of her hair.

“It wouldn’t be a real holiday if my big sis wasn’t single!” She scoffed, shoving Darren off of her while she flared her nostrils in annoyance. “Get the hell away from me you shitbag” He laughed at her, a wide smile on his face before he took in her clothing of choice. “Y/n, what is this-I know you didn’t show up in that-what are you Aunt Lauryn?” she scoffed again, walking away from her siblings, just in time to hear her mother gossiping with her nieces about y/n’s relationship status.

“She needs to get back out there, I don’t think she understands that she really only has until thirty” “and she’s like 22!” y/n groaned at the sound of her eldest niece-Samantha-agreeing with her mother, of course grandma was going to sit and brainwash the girls into thinking they needed a partner-or a man to be happy.

Just as she was about to sit on the porch for some air, Aunt Lauryn showed up, a bright smile on her face while she adorned a ‘slutty mrs. claus’ outfit alongside bringing home a rather hefty man who appeared to be dressed in a Mall santa claus costume. She slowly nodded her head, furrowing her brows at the two of them before stepping to the side, letting them in. The girl hadn’t really processed the man’s name-but she knew her Aunt was always bringing random dates to events-so she had learned not to question things.

“Ah y/n! Don’t you just look beautiful! Come here-” she pulled the girl into a hug which oddly enough was soothing. “Came alone? I don’t blame ya-” “-who’s he?” her aunt laughed, nodding her head before moving away to shut the front door, the both of them turning to glance over at him, the house’s open floor plan allowed a clear view of the man in the kitchen, currently snacking on multiple cookies at once while most certainly irritating y/n’s mother.

“Oh honey, that’s my holidate-you see we met at the Mall multiple times this past month-it was basically fate! Anyways so here’s the dealio, we meet, I bring him to every holiday as my date so no one asks me any questions! It’s the perfect arrangement, been doing it since you were a kid”

Y/n’s mouth opened then closed and for a few moments she looked like a fish out of water, however when she finally processed things she let out a laugh. “Is that why all of our holiday pictures have a strange out of place man in them?” Lauryn laughed and nodded her head before flipping her straightened-and more than likely dyed-blonde hair over her shoulder. For as long as y/n could remember Aunt Lauryn had perfect blonde hair-plus the woman had bi weekly hair appointments-so she’d managed to put two and two together.

“You should try it, find a friend-a nice young man-and make him your holidate! It’ll get all of these tight asses off of you” the two of them laughed together before heading towards the kitchen again.

It’d been a few hours since their conversation at the door, the entire family was currently finishing up dinner, however y/n was sitting at the kids table because while the girl was incredibly smart-she was also petty and somewhat childish. She’d refused to let her family members add in the table leaf into her grandmother’s old wooden table-mainly because she knew that her relatives all knew she’d be coming alone-and yet they still hadn’t planned for enough seating options.

So now the girl was nursing the same glass of straight vodka while the kids got up, running through the house as everyone else cleaned things up.

“Aw c’mon little sis! Cheer up! It’s Christmas” she pursed her lips, staring at her sister’s husband Ryan. “Ryan, I’ve grown to love you yes-but don’t call me little sis-I don’t even let Sierra and Darren call me that” he nodded his head a few times, running his hand through his messy auburn hair. He gave y/n a look of sympathy and almost pity-and in the moment it irritated the girl because she was beyond tired of being given the same exact expression anytime she showed up still single.

Samantha sat across from the girl, offering her a small smile “Auntie y/n are you happy?” she shrugged at her niece “that’s a good question-that I do not have the answer for. Are you happy Sammy?” the little girl nodded her head, flipping her red curls away from her face-a gene that she’d gotten from her father-before smiling.

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend at school-his name’s Levi! He shares his juice boxes with me at recess every day and sometimes we hold hands in class and-” “so you’re happy because you have a boyfriend?” she nodded “well that and because I get to see you guys too! And we get presents soon!” y/n smiled at her niece, nodding her head a few times before taking a sip of her drink.

Then Sam was off, running through the house with her younger siblings, harassing her parents about presents, and just causing a ruckus-but y/n smiled at the sight of it all. She missed being that young and innocent without a worry in the world.

It only took about half an hour for her mother to call her into the living room, stating that she was holding off presents until she joined them. So the girl placed her drink on the counter-away from where the kids could get to it-and made her way to the living room, sitting between her sister and her mother while everyone passed around a plethora of presents.

She zoned out while everyone opened their gifts, offering a forced smile when she opened the few random things she’d received-however the pair of oversized pajamas from her older sister irritated her. Everyone else received intricate and well thought out gifts and Y/n was staring at a pair of plaid pants that were two sizes too big in the worst way possible alongside a matching flannel top that made her want to gouge her eyeballs out.

Was she overreacting? Slightly. However she’d gotten used to getting the shit end of the stick in her family-being the middle child-and as of late being the only single one and quite frankly the girl was tired of it. But of course she forced a smile then agreed to go change into the pajamas.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror of her childhood bedroom. The corners of it were covered in random stickers while she stared at her reflection-pulling the pant’s draw string as tight as possible and letting the flannel roll off of one of her shoulders exposing the strap to her black sports bra. She’d tried buttoning it up all the way-however it was clearly designed to show cleavage-and when something was too big and already low cut-well it didn’t fit well.

For a moment she’d debated on laying in her old twin sized bed, screaming into the sage green comforter-but then she realized it had a thin layer of dust on it because her mother hadn’t bothered to keep up with the room knowing her daughter hardly stayed over anymore. Granted she’d probably have to tonight since she’d had more than enough to drink.

But she made her way down the steps, careful not to trip on the extra fabric pooling at her ankles-however when she’d finally made it downstairs she was just in time to watch her brother get down on one knee, propose his love to his girlfriend Elizabeth Yang-giving a corny speech that sounded incredibly forced-followed by the four words she was positive would never leave her baby brother’s mouth until now.

“Will you marry me?” Elizabeth squealed, nodding her head rapidly, while everyone around them cheered-leaving Y/n to stare at them-her jaw practically touching the floor.

“Two out of three down!” she rolled her eyes at her mother’s remark, heading into the kitchen to grab the half empty vodka bottle before going upstairs, changing, and throwing herself into the bed-flipping the dusty pillow and screaming into the clean side.

Now as she stood in the line of some over the top retail shop in the mall trying to return the horrible gift her sister had given her-she was both hungover and annoyed. The girl wore a pair of grey sweatpants, a matching crewneck, the same black men’s uggs from the previous night-except this time instead of her cheetah print coat she wore a fur lined denim jacket-and for once she had her black hair down in it’s natural wavy full state. She did her best to apply some makeup this morning, however given her negative attitude-she’d easily wiped it all away.

The guy in front of her was clearly arguing with the woman behind the counter. from what she could hear the woman working there was entirely over the man in front of her. But Y/n was also over him-and by the time she fully processed his english accent she knew that she was tired of waiting.

“Oi tea time can you hurry up? Some of us have jobs to get back to” She crossed her arms-the large shopping bag making a crackling sound as she did it, her foot tapping against the grey tiled floors while her eyes traveled around the monotonous and bland store-even the logo looked tired and worn. Everything was grey, it was like she was in a retail prison.

When Tom turned around he had no idea what to expect, and for a second he’d forgotten what he was about to say because well-he was blindsided by the beautiful girl with a rancid attitude that was currently glancing around the shop with an evident bored expression.

“And how would you know that I don’t have a job, love?” Y/n rolled her eyes-her gaze meeting his. She blinked a few times, the unimpressed look clearly getting under the brunette’s skin. “You’re here-holding up a line at a shitty retailer the day after Christmas in the middle of the afternoon returning whatever that is-and judging by the pacing of your lackluster conversation you have time to spare while half of us are on our lunch breaks.”

He scoffed “these are khakis-lots of employed people have khakis for one-and for two it’s called patience. It’s a virtue y’know” She rolled her eyes again, his pronunciation of khakis irritated her-well she was already irritated but his accent only made it worse. On a usual day she’d probably compliment the accent, then force a smile before going about her business-but today? Today she was tired, hungover, and she had a little over forty-five minutes to make this return then catch an uber back home to go back to working.

“I hope you mean khakis-and truly I don’t give a shit-actually y’know what” she walked up to the register, shoving past him while rolling her eyes and placing the large bag on the counter-pulling out the black box that held the pajamas in them. The woman behind the counter looked slightly intimidated for a few seconds before she snapped out of it.

“Before you ask, I don’t have a receipt they were a gift from my sister to signify me being alone for the rest of my life and eventually eating myself into oblivion because apparently that’s what seemingly lonely people do on Christmas. Granted I drank more than I ate and after this shitshow I might just drink myself into oblivion.” her flat tone caught the girl and Tom off guard while they both watched her unbox the pajamas-holding them up while she spoke.

“Okay I can go check on this with one of my colleagues” Y/n nodded her head, the girl behind the counter walking off.

“To be fair you aren’t the only one who had a shitty holiday” she scoffed “please tea time do enlighten me on your oh so shitty holiday because that’s just absolutely what I need to hear right now?” Tom rolled his eyes-however he needed to vent about whatever the hell he’d experienced last night into this morning so he figured the best way to do so was with a random girl that he’d never see again-plus she’s a sight for sore eyes so he didn’t mind holding some type of conversation with her-even if she was being a bitch.

“Listen darling, I just spent the past day and a half wearing an ugly christmas sweater, in a house with a girl I barely even knew and her family that I’m pretty sure were in a cult, not to mention the fact that I had to drive two hours just to get to their house in the middle of some random suburb I’ve never even heard about and I got a half-decent blow job which was later thrown into my face because I didn’t get the girl a gift and she got me these-fucking khakis?”

Y/n looked to her right, staring at him while he spoke, blinking every now and then while keeping a straight face-however she couldn’t help but crack a smile at the way he described the blow job.

“I’ll take the khakis for $40 and a two for one pretzel coupon” the two of them turned around, seeing a woman wearing an ugly christmas sweater holding a few bags and random items that neither of them could properly place. Y/n glanced over at the brunette next to her who was now furrowing his brows mumbling a quick ‘what the fuck’ before finally responding with “$80 worth of shitty khakis? No-not for $40”

Then the woman behind the counter came back, clearing her throat before shooting y/n a smug look. “I can give you an in store credit for these, however given that they’re two seasons old and were probably bought on clearance-that will be a total of $4.99” y/n groaned, shaking her head before running a hand through her hair-well trying to then giving up halfway through because she knew her hair was too thick for that.

Tom laughed at that, mouthing ‘wow 4.99’ while staring at the girl next to her. He nodded his head, holding in any sarcastic comments.

“My sister has four fucking kids and turns into the cheapest bitch ever-like she’s not married to the redheaded McDreamy or some shit-what neither of you have seen Grey’s Anatomy? I don’t blame you-it’s super fucking long and half of the original cast is dead”

“Ma’am do you want the store credit? And sir I can only offer store credits on the pants-we don’t do exchanges this time of year-it was stated clearly to whoever purchased these items for you” with that Tom rolled his eyes before grabbing the pajamas from the black-haired girl to his left before turning around and facing the strange woman again.

“$50 for all of this, and I’ll throw in my number” Y/n scoffed “yeah like she wants all five foot five of your number?” he rolled his eyes looking at her before quickly gazing over her figure “you’re probably five foot five. I’m five foot eight-if you’re gonna criticize me at least try a little harder-anyways $50”

“$40 and I don’t want your number-I’ll take hers though” Y/n scoffed “while I’m flattered-no” “$50 take it or leave it” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes “$45 and the coupon” “deal” with that y/n watched as the two of them exchanged items, then somehow she ended up walking side by side with the british brunette through the mall.

“You seriously want a pretzel?” “actually tea time I want two.” he shrugged, the both of them walking towards the Auntie Anne’s stand alone booth in the middle of this wing of the mall, Y/n mumbling something along the lines of ‘cinnamon’ while Tom placed the order. Neither of them said much to each other at the moment, but the girl behind the counter was blushing and stuttering as she spoke to Tom.

“Tea time it seems you have yourself an admirer. Maybe it’s the oh so dazzling british accent and the overdone hair” he rolled his eyes at the girl, but she was somewhat right, he’d noticed the way the cashier’s eyes widened when she heard his accent-but he didn’t make a big deal out of things and he assumed the woman standing with him was only doing so to get under his skin.

Something about her was captivating him, he had no actual knowledge of who she was outside of her shitty Christmas experience, her bad attitude, and her looks-hell he didn’t even know her name and yet somehow he felt drawn to her. Maybe it was because she wasn’t shy or nice-he had no honest clue.

When she’d gotten the pretzels the both of them kept walking through the mall, making small talk with one another except she stopped dead in her tracks pushing him back slightly when she spotted the man her Aunt had brought home to Christmas dinner working his shift at the kids Santa Claus set up.

“God damnit-he saw me-shit” Tom furrowed his brows, glancing in the direction she was looking. “The mall Santa? You argue with him in a department store as well?” she rolled her eyes, lightly smacking his chest without thinking about the motion “shut up no he was my Aunt’s holidate-she brought him yesterday and he was kinda nice but kinda weird-he licked the frosting off of his cookies and that shit-that shit was abnormal. But who am I really to judge when I chugged half a handle of titos and passed out”

“Well isn’t that just the most attractive thing ever” she furrowed her brows, annoyance set into her features while she stared at him. “What the hell is a holidate?”

“Wow look at you Peppa asking real questions now-anyways it’s basically a person that you just date on the holidays, well it’s one date every holiday-your friends, a total stranger, who knows. It just helps get the pitying looks away from you for once.” he nodded his head a few times while she spoke, but the Mall santa interrupted his train of thought.

“Y/n! Y/n is that you! Tell your Aunt Lauryn to call me back!” she grimaced slightly before nodding her head, grabbing the brunette’s arm and pulling him into the opposite direction. The last thing she wanted to do was entertain one of her Aunt’s conquests.

“Hear me out-can you walk a little slower we may as well be running right now-be my holidate for New Years?” she stopped walking, turning to face him, leaning forward slightly while she tilted her head, the bewildered expression made Tom laugh. He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets while raising a brow.

“Alright hear me out-its New Years-one night that’s all, we can avoid the awkward interactions with people, there’s no need to explain ourselves to anyone, and all we need to do is show up together” she blinked a few times “we’re complete strangers and I know nothing about you”

He shrugged “alright tell me about your best christmas memory” “are you shitting me” “I’m dead serious” she rolled her eyes for a second, then crossed her arms over her chest before giving in. “Alright so I was like eight I think-totally loved Mickey Mouse had a mini disney obsession but not with the princesses-I’ve always found them to be too ‘i need a man to save me’ y’know? Anyways so my mom got me this Mickey Mouse hand puppet from the disney store in the mall and I became a ventriloquist and basically spent the next seven months nailing a Mickey Mouse impression.”

He held his laugh back, a smile on his face-and Y/n took a second to take in his smile. She immediately noticed his teeth-they were straight and white and honestly he had a really nice smile, that alongside the awkward tilt in his nose-it was evident that he’d broken it at some point in his life-and then her eyes found the odd tuft of hair on his left eyebrow-but somehow all of those features fit so well together on his face.

“Okay Mickey, let’s hear it. I got you a pretzel-technically two-so you owe me this'' she rolled her eyes before letting out a low sigh. Her headache had mostly faded away and the girl knew that while yes she was wasting time in the mall with him-she also didn’t really have to get back to work at the moment. She’d already met her required monthly quota.

“Fine-” she cleared her throat “I won’t be your stupid holidate tea time” the impression was pretty spot on and that caught Tom off guard-so much that he couldn’t hide the smile or laugh it brought out of him. “A woman of many talents I see.” she rolled her eyes “I still won’t be your holidate for New Years tea time”

“I’ll tell you everything about myself-from the city I was born in to my mother’s maiden name” she nodded her head, placing a finger on her chin while staring off in the distance before letting out a forced gasp “and your social security number?” he rolled his eyes “it’s a national insurance number in the UK” “well if I’m gonna commit identity theft then I’ll need that as well”

“Listen I have two tickets to the Gatsby's New Years party-” she sighed “I love that party” he nodded “-yeah, we can go together, drink together, and assume people's relationships while also guessing their occupations and judging them together” she nodded her head, furrowing her brows slightly “I do love judging drunk strangers at parties” “it’s a perfect plan!”

“Once again tea time, we’re complete strangers” she turned on her foot and started walking away, however he easily caught up with her before walking backwards in front of her “that’s what makes it perfect! We’re strangers, we don’t know each other, we don’t have ridiculously high expectations and none of that weird casual holiday dating shit to worry about! You can drink and flirt with randoms if you want, I genuinely won’t be bothered and vice versa”

She raised a brow and paused in her steps “I don’t even know your name tea time.” he paused in front of her “It’s Tom” “short for Thomas or just Tom?” “Short for Thomas” “last name” “Holland” she slowly nodded, raising a single brow while she held eye contact with the man.

“This is the part where you tell me your name darling” “don’t call me Darling. And it’s Y/n-y/n y/l/n. Now if I say yes to this-will you murder me?” he let out another laugh, shaking his head before running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think so-I feel like you’d put up a fair fight” it was now y/n’s turn to laugh. “Alright-I’ll consider it here-” before she could finish pulling her phone out of her pocket she was given a business card.

“You carry around business cards with your info on it? Cocky much?” he smirked “when you look this good? I feel like it's justifiable” she rolled her eyes looking down at the card, however upon reading ‘professional golfer’ she shook her head a few times, holding in her own laugh.

“Professional golfer? So what really do you do Thomas?” “Well, aren’t you just so slick? I’m a golfer-it’s an actual career y/n.” His sarcasm brought a wide smile to her face-somehow she’d found him endearing and sure there was always a risk in agreeing to go on a date with a random stranger-but then again her entire life was a series of risks-some that worked out and some that didn’t.

“So will you call me?” she shook her head “no I don’t think so” her teasing tone said opposite to what her actual words did, and while she walked past him he couldn’t help but smirk “I’ll be waiting to hear from you love” she looked back at him while still walking “Thomas I won’t be calling you, thanks for the card though” with that she turned around and made her way into the large JCPenny, taking a straight path outside before calling an uber to come get her.

At first she hadn’t genuinely considered taking the Brit up on his offer, however after a long conversation with her mother that consisted of the woman interrupting one of her work calls multiple times and trying to force her daughter to go on a date with the new neighbor-who just happened to be a Doctor named Farooq, she simply shook her head, eyeing the card sitting on the corner of her somewhat messy desk.

But she was tired of her mother, friends, and family consistently harassing her and trying to set her up with random people-acting as if they knew every single little detail about her and what she wanted and didn’t want in a partner. Then of course there was the way her mother always wanted ‘the best of the best’ for her, meaning she tried to get her to settle down with doctors, lawyers, and random professionals that she deemed good enough solely based on ther tax brackets.

The frustration led to her grabbing her phone and the white business card, then she sent the text.

‘I’ll be your holidate under the condition that you don’t murder me. Be here at 8 on new years, I’ll send you my address sometime before then if you’re still up for it Tea Time’

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